More spam I am…
oooh; gotta to love these spam mails.. they TOTALLY brighten up my day 
lol!
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Greetings from Jenny Lee,
after going through your information over the internet i decided to contact you for friendship and assistance for distribution of my inheritance towards charity. My name is Jenny Lee; I am a dying woman who has decided to donate what I have for the good work of charity. I am 60 years old and I was diagnosed for breast cancer for about 2 years now.
I have been touched by God to donate from what I have inherited from my late husband to you for the good work of God, rather than allow my husband evil relatives to use my husband hard earned funds ungodly. They don’t care about man kind, all they care is how to rob some money from me and spend them ungodly. Please pray that the good Lord forgives me my sins. I have asked God to forgive me and I believe he has because He is a merciful God. I will be going in for a surgery soon and I want to make sure that I make this donation before undergoing my surgery.
I decided to donate the sum of $2,500,000 (two million five hundred thousand dollars) to you for the good work of the lord, and also to help the motherless and less privilege and also for the assistance of the widows and unfortunate mothers. At the moment I cannot take any telephone calls right now due to the fact that my husband’s relatives are always around me and trying to see if they can overhear my conversations and my health status as well.
I wish you all the best and may the good Lord bless you abundantly, and please use the funds well and always extend the good work to others. I have informed my consultant about the ($2,500,000.00). it is true that I dont know you and you don’t know, but I have been directed by God to contact you for this. Thanks and God bless. I will direct you further after hearing from you.
NB: I will appreciate your utmost confidentiality in this matter until the task is accomplished as I don’t want anything that will jeopardize my wish. Also I will be contacting with you only by email as I don’t want my husband relations or anybody to know because they are always around me.
Reply me through this my most private email: (mrs.jenny21@yahoo.com.hk) Regards, Mrs. Jenny Lee
Don’t be a dooce
how funny is this….
There is actually a term in the Urban Dictionary for “when you lose your job because of your blog.” Yup. Seriously.
To get “dooced” can mean: Getting fired because of something that you wrote in your weblog; to be fired from your job from talking about it on your blog, to have all social hell break loose when people you know and/or family members finally find and read your blog.
wow… what facinating times we live in.. I wonder if you could get fired for chewing too much company band-width during working hours… ha ha.
i particually like how the word “dooce” sounds like my favourite word “douche” 
Spam I am
ha ha ! check this spam I got in my email box this morning – it’s a total WINNER! ha ha. these things are so entertaining – I wonder if some people actually fall for them?
Hello,
How are you? i hope all is well with you, i hope you may not
know me, and i don’t know who you are, My Name is Miss Brenda khalifa i am just broswing now i just saw your profle it seams like some thing touches me all over my body, i started having some feelings in me which i have never experience in me before, so i became interested in you, l will also like to know you the more,and l want you to send an email to my email address
so l can give you my picture for you to know whom l am. I believe we can move from here! I am waiting for your mail to my email address above. (Remeber the distance or colour does not matter but love matters
alot in life) miss Brenda
Blogging and Jeffery Deaver
I was going to write a blog about my creepy serial killer neighbour (or the other neighbour, a lesiban wood-carver / pot-grower)… but I am hust too tired and want to go home and go to bed…
blogs about interesting neighbours to follow shortly once I get internet connection in my new place…
BUT; anyone who is interested in reading a good book; should try Jeffery Deaver’s Road Side Crosses… it’s a murder mystery thriller, written by the guy who wrote the Bone Collector, and its all about online blogging and social networking and the blur between reality and the online realm. Very VERY cool book. He also references REAL websites in his book; which you can then log onto and read along with the book; offering clues as to the how the book will unravel. what a cool idea – its a totally three dimensonial book; with clues from every angle. I’m still only half way through it – it’s awesome!
til then
x
moving upwards and onwards
argh; moving house is such a shelp. and I still have so much to do!!! but instead of calculating the amount of money I have spent on things like appliances and furniture, I will rather write a blog about it all! (how very un-bear!)
moving going well. I think we are almost ready to move in… bed however only arriving on Friday due to Mr Price 3 day Stock Take (grrrr!)… so we will hopefully be settled by Friday night… and by settled I mean surrounded by boxes, with still a crap load of well, crap still in boxes at my mothers! oh well..
for 2 people who have lived together for already 3 years, we a) have a surprising large amount of crap collected over the years and b) still need to spend money on a surprisingly large amount of crap..
I also have lived on Woolworths pies, Mc D’s breakfasts, Wasabi dim sum and the Italien’s Kitchen’s food produces due to only getting the microwave today… my personal trainer is going to kick my ass
more to come soon… tomorrow the fridge is arriving… it does not fit through the doorway so we have to take down part of the wall.. (my landlord does not know of this creative plan)… let’s see how this goes..
I also think the old grouchy man next door will yeild plenty of blog material… the Trellidoor people were drilling for less than 2mins and he already asked us to keep it down..!!! ha – fat chance old topie. Plenty of blog fodder here I reckon.. although I will miss my neighbour’s barking dog! <click here for the previous post> ha ha (not)
Back to my usual bear…
wow. today I LAUGHED for the first time since all this drama with my family and doggy of 2 weeks ago… like really, really LAUGHED! and I am not ashamed to say it was at the expense of someone else (who is a giant douche)..
my nemesis… who I could fill PAGES of my blog about; just on his daily ridicolous antics (he follows me around the gym; comes to Fish’s restaurant even though we’ve told him to piss off.. you get the picture) – he’s always around making an ass out of himself… but that would be immature and childish and I’m a bigger person than that.. it is a SHAME really, cause some of the stuff I could write is golden! but…i’m going to break my rule just this once…
So today, I was at the gym, and HE always follows me and my trainer around.. like if we go upstairs, he’ll come up stairs, if I am working by a certain machine, he’ll come a do crunches RIGHT next to me (even though I have not spoken to him for a year or so.. loser)..
now, he is such a lurker, he comes to gym with this manky backpack, which he carries around everywhere! and like, he never does any exercise, he just walks around the gym like a 14yr old girl lurking at Cavendish, smiling maniacally at people trying to make friends. I watch it from my treadmill everyday – hysterical. better than TV. but he never comes to gym to actually exercise.
so… today, he came and was doing crunches right by us (and said afterwards ” wow, that was like giving childbirth” – , I mean, bitch, please! – and then he got up and left (backpack in tow)…
Now to understand this joke, you must understand this turd’s hair.. it’s like Joey from FRIENDS, in 1991, with a truck load of grease from the movie GREASE ^2 x John Travolta in the 70’s kinda-greasy hair. And then he slicks it back.. I think he think it makes him feel like Quentin Tarantino or something (explains his usual 90’s get up of black polo-neck and leather jacket)…
In fact, his hair looks EXACTLY like this:
EXACTLY like this, but a bit longer, more mullet-esque
WOW, this was supposed to be a short post, but now I’ve opened up the bitch-fest I can’t seem to stop…. oh well, let’s continue!
So I say to my trainer… “I wonder what he keeps in that backpack that he carries around all the time…” and she goes:
“maybe it’s a giant comb for his slicked back hair”
OMG i laughed so hard, I fell off my stability ball and hit the wall!!! but it was so worth it.
<ok, I know it’s probably more hysterical if you actually know the guy (like some of you do – but I feel better anyway – and that’s all that matters >
Maybe if I lose the moral high ground, I will share some more stories of my nemesis sometime
lights out..
argh! I am falling asleep at my desk….
I gave up drinking coffee about 2 years ago, and if I do ever have a coffee, it’s a very milky latte and it happens only when I HAVE too do it (like when I go to Vida E and they actually DON’T serve ANYTHING but coffee). Which happened yesterday.
Milky Latte at 17h20…
…and at 02h45am I was still WIDE awake. I am totally exhausted. about to pass out on my desk for a nap. damn caffeine and my granny-complex…
Ambient Tea…
Today I am back at work. urgh, i have to pretend that I am able to function like a human being.
I was making a cup of tea in the kitchen, when I read the writing on the back of my organic honey bush tea…
“For the perfect cup of tea, ensure that you store in a cool, dry and ambient place”
My god, now, not only to I have a whole shit-load of other important things to worry about – like “life” – but now I also need to make sure that my tea is stored in a room with the correct ambience. and what would really be the correct “ambience” for a box of organic honey bush tea? I don’t know really.. wow. mind blowing.
fabulous. just one more thing to add to my list of growing concerns..
Bear’s Cool New Techno-thingy
Today is a beautiful, warm sunny day in Cape Town and I am stuck inside with a (suspected) mild form of swine-flu, a slightly more severe case of ongoing emo-kid feelings and a definite aggressive case of “should-probably-get-out-of-bed-at-some-point-and-change-the-sheets-but-why-bother-life-is-so-pointless-anyway-ness”…
Hence this really cool new thing I found on the internet… enter (drum roll)… stumble.com.
Stumble.dom is basically a filter that you set, where you select your hobbies, interests, fetishes etc. The filter then sends out into the inter-webby-thingy and finds sites that you would be interested in (basically, you “stumble” through the internet, but with some guidance based on your interests.)
If you are a total Fact-Freak like me, this is pretty much the best thing since sliced bread (which, I have a learnt, according to stumble.com was invented in 1861 and took 16 years to perfect!!!) … you just keep on hitting the “STUMBLE” button and the page refreshes with a new webpage – it’s AWESOME! (but not as awesome as my rejuvenated love of online Scrabble which has laid dormant since Fish’s return from the high-seas… now returned after becoming too depro to get out of bed and go to wok (I may not be able to send emails, but I can play scrabble? yay, my boss will LOVE that!)
wow. work productively has never hit such new low levels… you guys GOT to try it!!
Click here to start “stumbling…”
Pretty cool song…Eminem – Beautiful
sorry guys, no witty blog post today.. I have totally lost my sense of humour. Not sure when it will be back. Better take a rain-check.
I think this is a really cool song. Check it out here sometime:
Here are some noteworthy lyrics…
Lately I’ve been hard to reach
I’ve been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me, I’m reaching out for you
In my shoes, just to see
What it’s like, to be me
I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what I’d be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other’s mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other’s eyes
And to the rest of the world, god gave you the shoes
That fit you, so put em on and wear em
And be yourself man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny,
Don’t ever let no one tell you, you ain’t beautiful
